Ishaisms, Poetry, Soul


1 Ideas don't last forever, poetry gets old. I'm marching to a tune that isn't my own; play pretend - a put-on calm and dignity - go to bed with sad thoughts on repeat (shame and sin and sonnets and soul) like the morning paper with its murkiness that makes me wanna cry and bare… Continue reading Dirges

Ishaisms, Love


Something so divine can never be my doom, something so pure and sanctified, can never undo, all that I am, by love, is grown to magnanimity, to everlasting bloom. I am no fool here, not even blind; all my senses are awake; and my mind is in tune with my spirit, purged, purified, by this… Continue reading Love